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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from The Riverman by Stewart Edward White: XLIII
Little by little the water went down. The pressure, already
considerably relieved by the channel into Stearn's Bayou, slackened
every hour. Orde, still half dazed with his long-delayed sleep,
drove back along the marsh road to town.
His faculties were still in the torpor that follows rest after
exhaustion. The warm July sun, the breeze from the Lake, the flash
of light from the roadside water, these were all he had room for
among his perceptions. He was content to enjoy them, and to
anticipate drowsily the keen pleasure of seeing Carroll again. In
the rush of the jam he had heard nothing from her. For all he knew
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